What is Donald Trump’s greatest gift? Some say his finely honed instincts; others, his tabloid genius for publicity. But we all know, really, that it is his ludicrous ability to drive the media into ever greater spasms of apoplexy. Just when you think he can’t make journalists go madder, he outdoes himself. It’s like watching Fred Astaire dance, Roger Federer hit a topspin backhand, or Patrick Mahomes glide outside the pocket — you know you are watching a talent that is unique and God-given. It’s art.
Take last night, and Trump’s evacuation from Walter Reed hospital. It was all deeply absurd. After days of confusing messages as to the President’s actual condition, Trump had himself helicoptered back to the White House to recuperate. He stood on the White House balcony, in what soon became dubbed his ‘Covita moment’, took off his mask (gasp!) and gave the cameras a thumbs up. Back inside the White House, possibly amped up on steroids — he has been given dexamethasone — the Commander-in-Chief released an energetic statement:
‘We’re going back to work, we’re going to be out front.
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